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A tribute to one of my favorite artists. From my 2017 RPM Challenge album, "Facebook Live from the South Meeting House". Ripped from the video recorded on my cell phone.

lyrics

A lobotomized comparison…

The whiskey is gone and the ice has melted into watered down syrup
And as the chord changes to a minor I’m reminded of the growler, drunken poet, dramatist, musicist
Am I a man or am I just the outline of a man?
Smoking to many cigarettes while pining the lost virtues of generation x and blaming a new generation for a lack of vision, work ethic, and taste
Back in my day we had rocks, and we liked it, damn it
Get off my lawn with that commercial shit
Pop rock is a candy you suck on when you need a fake and sudden rush
You gotta sing like Louis Armstrong fucking Ethel Merman in hell to know what’s really real

Tom Waits for none
Tom Waits for no one
Tom Waits for none
He don't care
He’s not there

Iconoclast, iconograph
The last of the Weillians grinding out my own plays and saying my own lines
Marginalized, criticized, vocalized, soberized, romanticized, aggrandized, immortalized
Skidrow Romeo on the forefront of obscurity
I’m the coolest muthafucking balladeer anywhere
Don’t care what you want I make my own for myself and my friends
A problem child, an impossible adult, difficult to work with, a bulldozer, a tornado, angry, bitter, hollow, and definitely hard to swallow
Banging on an upright with a dogend perched on chapped lips like a homeless Hoagy Carmichael
On the fringe, the tinge, the fridge, bridge, verse, chorus

Tom Waits for none
Tom Waits for no one
Tom Waits for none
He don't care
He’s not there

An eccentric Ziegpunk cabaret jazzed up vaude-villian
Born from everything touched, seen, and breathed
Meme-ed and meme-ed and meme-ed
Dad was dark like me in the unlit corner of a bar sucking on regret and envy
Striking matches for no other reason than to make a fire
Bang those rocks together folks because a noise can turn into a melody
Doesn’t have to be pretty, in fact, most prefer it ugly
We only get one trip, it’s up to us to make it worth it
As life moves on so does music, art, theatre
the rest is silence

Tom Waits for none
Tom Waits for no one
Tom Waits for none
He don't care
He’s not there